Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay

O sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day;
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
By, by, lully, lullay

Herod the King, in his raging
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight
All children young, to slay

Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting, nor say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay